Cruel Union (Brutal Universe #1)

36. Aurora

36

AURORA

T he next few days and nights Slade and I fell into a routine. In the morning we would wake up and he would remove the spreader I was wearing so we could shower together. He enjoyed washing me, rubbing the cleaning lather all over my nude body with his big hands.

He was extremely thorough, too. Sometimes he washed me in places that made me squirm—like the first time he slipped his soapy fingers between the cheeks of my bottom.

“ Oh , Slade !” I gasped when I felt him do it.

“ Just hold still, baby.” He was facing me and the warm water was raining down from above on both of us. He had one arm wrapped around my waist and he was washing my back with his other hand. Only the hand in question had slipped down and now I felt him probing gently between my cheeks.

“ But what…what are you doing?” I exclaimed, wiggling in his arms as I felt his fingertip find my tightly puckered rosebud.

“ Washing you,” he growled softly. “ I want to wash every single part of your body. And don’t say it’s dirty,” he interrupted as I tried to protest. “ Every part of you is beautiful to me, baby. So just relax and let me get you clean.”

Moaning a little, I tried to relax and let him in. I could feel his soapy fingertip probing lightly at my rosebud and then he was sliding inside me, breaching my nether entrance and filling me with his finger which made me squirm.

“ There , now isn’t that nice?” Slade murmured, holding my eyes with his as he pumped slowly in and out of me. “ Don’t you like to get your little rosebud nice and clean?”

“ I … I don’t know,” I panted. For some reason, letting him wash me there was making my pussy feel hot too, even though he wasn’t touching that part of me.

“ Yeah , you like it,” Slade rumbled, still holding my eyes with his as he continued to slide his finger deeply into me. “ You like getting your soft little ass fucked while I make you all nice and clean.”

“ Slade !” I moaned, shifting from foot-to-foot. You’re making me so…so… I need…”

“ Need what, baby?” he asked, looking at me intently.

“ I need to come, all right?” I burst out at last. I still hated admitting that I needed him to pleasure me but somehow I just couldn’t seem to reach the peak on my own.

One corner of his mouth rose and his golden eyes went lazy with lust.

“ Good girl—that’s what I wanted to hear.”

And then he dropped to his knees in the shower, pulled one of my legs over his broad shoulder, and began licking my pussy while he continued to slide his finger in and out of my rosebud.

It didn’t take long for me to come after that. Slade guided me through my orgasm, licking up every last drop of my juices, which he loved. It still amazed me that he enjoyed an act I had been taught to think was dirty. In fact, he seemed almost addicted to it—to me, I guess I should say.

Most of the time when he was finished making me come, I would return the favor. I loved filling my hands with the soapy cleansing foam and stoking his big cock from the head to the knot to make him groan. I have to confess, it gave me a sense of power to make such a huge, muscular Brute weak in the knees with pleasure.

I liked to make him come, too—watching the pearly ropes of his golden seed spurt on his flat belly gave me a wicked thrill. The things we did together were certainly much more scandalous than anything I had heard the married women at Court talk about doing with their husbands. It made me feel like a rebel—an outlaw. I was charting my own sexual course, with Slade’s help, and I kind of loved it.

I loved it so much, in fact, that a couple of times I tried to switch things up and touch Slade first, but he wouldn’t let me.

“ No , baby,” he said firmly, pushing my hands away when I reached for him. “ Don’t you remember our Binding vows? Your pleasure comes first, always.”

I looked up at him uncertainly.

“ But I mean, would it really hurt if you came first once in a while?”

He shook his head.

“ I take my vows very seriously, Princess . Especially since we still have only a Partial - Binding . Breaking any of our vows during such a delicate time could break our Union . Besides …” He smiled down at me and cupped my cheek in one big hand. “ I fucking love making you come. It makes me so Goddess -damned hot I can barely stand it.”

I never doubted he was telling the truth because he took every opportunity to taste me. Once we finished our shower he would dry me off and then take me to the bedroom for the stretcher fitting.

Of course, since each of the colorful rods was larger than the last, Slade had to get me ready to take them. He would kneel between my legs and lick me, sliding his tongue deep in my pussy to coat my inner walls with his compounds. This helped me stretch as, every day, he inserted a larger rod.

In addition to the stretchers, he had also bought me a special harness to wear under my clothes that kept the rods in place inside me. I was required to wear them all day, every day, with only a few breaks for personal business, after which Slade would slide that day’s stretcher back into my pussy and secure it in place.

At first it was difficult to get used to having something so big and thick inside me, but the rods were made of flexible material that bent with me when I moved, so it wasn’t too bad.

After the rod placement, it was time for breakfast. Slade was, surprisingly, a pretty good cook.

“ My Mom taught me,” he said, when I asked where he had learned.

He was slowly teaching me all of the new ingredients and how to use them. I found I liked Rigelian cuisine, though it was quite different from the bland flavors of L’Crist that I was used to. My favorite thing to eat was still the exotic fruit that grew on the miniature All - Fruit tree in the cabinet. Every day there were new ones to choose from and almost all of them were delicious.

After breakfast, we would lounge around the house watching vids or reading books. Back on L’Crist our reading material had been quite limited because anything even remotely spicy was banned. Even a book in which the main characters kissed was considered right on the edge of what was proper.

But Slade had access to a virtual library that contained millions of books—and many of them were much more explicit than what I was used to. I enjoyed them immensely and soon became an expert at finding exactly what I wanted. It made me blush to read the spicy content, but I loved it all the same.

We often went out for either lunch or dinner and Slade would take me shopping anytime I asked. Even though I already had a lot of new clothes, he seemed to love buying me more. He loved buying me jewelry, too. When he found out that it was a human custom for a man to give his fiancée an engagement ring before they married, he took me out to pick one.

“ Pick any one you want, baby,” he told me, gesturing at the bewildering display of rings, each topped with a different exotic jewel. “ The bigger the better— I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

I chose a light green-blue Lyrian diamond set in a gold and platinum band. Slade approved of my choice. He even got on one knee to put it on my finger— I found out later he had been researching customs from the Dying Earth to impress me.

I have to admit, I was impressed by my Brute husband. Slade was considerate and protective and extremely possessive. I always felt safe when I was out with him because I knew he would kill to protect me. That wasn’t something I could say for any other man I’d ever met—except possibly my father.

When we got home at night after going to dinner, Slade would give me a bath. Sometimes he would wash my hair but mostly he just scrubbed and lathered my body. He loved touching me and bringing me pleasure. Afterwards he would dry me off and give me a massage.

I confess, I began to feel like we really belonged together. I had never met a more considerate man or one more invested in keeping me safe and happy. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I ought to stay with the big Brute , even after the six months was up.

But there was part of me that resisted—a small part that still felt like Slade was my enemy. Or rather, the enemy of my people. I felt guilty sometimes when he took me shopping because I knew where his money came from. Clan Cruel was deep into extortion, gambling, illegal cloning, and all kinds of other nefarious enterprises. How could I tie my life forever to a man who did that for a living?

I think it was these doubts that made me continue taking the baby-stopper pills every morning. Even though Slade hadn’t Bred me yet, I felt safer knowing I was protected in case he suddenly decided that I had been stretched enough to take him. But I always made sure to tuck the little tray of bright green pills away in the lining of my luggage where I was sure no one would ever find them.

“ Better safe than sorry,” I whispered to myself as I swallowed one every morning. I wasn’t sure what I would do when I ran out…but I had no idea that I was soon going to have more important problems to deal with.

My honeymoon with my new husband was coming to an end.